Oh hey, it's Balrog. He's lurking alone with boxing robe hood pulled over his eyes, eating from a bag of cherries he got from a nearby casino and frustratingly muttering something to himself.
The boxer looked back, his primary colored hoodie covered the eyes of one who memorized a familiar face.
"Well, I'll be damned. If it ain't Killer Bee herself. Must've been a while since my fist last met 'ya."
"Oh look! It's the Raging Buffalo...what are you doing in my neck of the woods Balrog?"
Cammy would give a glance at the American Boxer. She used to work alongside him at one point in time, nowadays they usually go at it on sight due to one reason or another